Chapter 960: It’s Just Your Last Drink

Book:Became A Queen After divorce Published:2024-6-3

Therefore, threatening him with such an insignificant person is not a wise choice.
Blaine couldn’t believe his ears and exclaimed in surprise, “What did you say? This… this can’t be true, she was at your villa.”
Sam, with a sympathetic smile beneath his mask, leaned back against the sofa, appearing relaxed.
“Just because she’s in my villa doesn’t mean she must be my daughter. In fact, if you kill her, I would actually thank you.”
“Because her father used to be one of my subordinates, but unfortunately, he later betrayed me, and this little thing is his daughter.”
“I hate that man, that’s why I captured his daughter to torment him. If you want to kill her, go ahead, but remember to clean up the scene later. I can’t stand the mess!”
Sam also mentioned Taswyan, and Sasha couldn’t understand what he was saying, but she could sense the intense hatred in his eyes from just now.
Such a gaze was particularly chilling, making Sasha feel scared and lower her head.
“Damn! She ain’t your daughter after all, so I celebrated for nothing! Alright, since you don’t want this little thing, I’ll take her back.”
“But as for my goods, don’t even think about swallowing them, kid. Be careful not to get choked by your small stomach.”
Those goods were worth thirty million, and his boss trusted him to handle this deal;
Not sure who leaked the information and alerted the police, he panicked and had to hide the goods, then sneak away with his brothers.
The buyer also mysteriously disappeared.
The police found no evidence and surrounded the area, trapping him and his brothers in this jungle for nearly half a month.
After the police withdrew, they finally managed to leave the cannibalistic forest.
Blaine almost got caught on his first solo trading mission, and naturally, his boss scolded him harshly.
He had promised his boss to make amends, retrieve the goods, and arrange a second deal with the buyer.
However, when he went with his brothers to retrieve the hidden goods, the thirty-million-worth merchandise was gone!
He was so angry that he spat blood on the spot, then passed out for three days.
When he woke up, Blaine ordered his men to investigate. During this period in the safe area, besides the police, only Sam’s men were there.
Why would the police remain silent if they had such a large batch of goods?
So after much thought, Blaine believed that Sam, that bastard, had stolen his goods!
Both he and Sam belonged to the same organization and were supposed to be brothers in life and death, but they just couldn’t get along.
The reason was that three years ago, Sam arrived and quickly became the most trusted person by the boss, even surpassing Blaine as the second-in-command in the gang.
This Sam was so hypocritical-when he first arrived, he called him “Brother Kun,” but after gaining power, he started encroaching on his territory.
Moreover, to shine in front of the boss, he repeatedly caused trouble in the area under Blaine’s jurisdiction, leading to a decline in Blaine’s trustworthiness in front of the boss over the years.
Just the thought of it made Blaine want to kill Sam on the spot!
Facing Blaine’s aggressive stance, the man in white remained calm and smiled, casually picking up a glass of red wine from the coffee table.
“Blaine, I really doubt how your IQ managed to survive in this cutthroat place for so long. You accuse me of stealing your goods, but do you have any evidence?”
“Just relying on your empty words to smear me, do you think the boss would trust you or me? Today, you even brought people to break into my mansion and take away my hostages…”
“I suspect it’s actually you who is playing the role of the thief deliberately, especially considering Blaine owns quite a few properties overseas.”

With just a few words, Sam left everyone present speechless, even Blaine’s own henchmen looked at their boss with suspicion.
Blaine had engaged in self-serving acts like this before.
Back then, the second highest leader had to take the blame for the big boss and go to prison for eight years, entrusting his beloved to his most trusted buddy, Blaine, to take care of.
Blaine had sworn to the second highest leader that he would look after his girlfriend well, but on the second day of the second highest leader’s imprisonment, Blaine slept with his girlfriend.
When the boss found out about it, fearing that it would cause trouble if the second highest leader in prison knew, he forced Blaine to kill the woman and staged a gruesome car accident as the cover-up.
He got away with it.
Not to mention the off-the-books transactions in their business, Blaine would secretly withhold a portion of the money and transfer it to his overseas accounts.
Everyone benefited from following him, and this matter remains undisclosed to this day.
By mentioning this matter, Blaine couldn’t possibly stay calm even if he wanted to; if the boss found out about this, he would lose his head.
Does Sam already have evidence of his embezzlement?
Or is it just his speculation?
Whatever it is, Blaine couldn’t afford the consequences. His explosive temper flared up instantly as he pulled out a British-style revolver from his waist and aimed it at Sam.
“Stop talking nonsense. You Chulae people are truly cunning as foxes. The boss trusts you, and it was my blindness that let you into the gang.”
“Sam, if you dare to go against me again, I’ll blow your damn head off!”
With the gun pointed at his head, Sam’s life hung by a thread, dependent on Blaine’s whim.
Even in such a tense situation, Sam astonishingly continued to savor his wine, his tongue lightly licking his ruby lips.
The lips moistened by the red wine appeared seductive, as if they had tasted blood.
In a gentle yet hoarse voice, the man chuckled in the ears of the others, “The wine the boss gave is indeed delicious, of course… if paired with a salad made with vinaigrette and mussels, the taste would be even more delightful.”
His disregard for his own safety further infuriated Blaine. Once nicknamed “Tiger of the Forest” in his youth, there was no one fiercer than him in this mangrove forest.
Now being underestimated by a greenhorn like this, how could he not be enraged!
“Sam! You’re still showing off even when you’re at death’s door. Do you think you won’t die if you stop bragging? Hurry up and drink, because once you do, I’ll send you to the afterlife!”
“As for that batch of goods, even after you’re gone, I can still retrieve it!”
Sam slowly set down his highball glass, took out another clean cup, rose to his feet, held the red wine in his left hand, and poured it backward.
Pouring backward symbolized a toast to death!
The brimming glass of red wine looked as vibrant as blood in the cup. Sam handed this glass to Blaine.
With lips slightly parted, he casually said, “A toast to death is fitting, but the one who will meet their end next is you!”